TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND
Zeviar mashed the gas, the engine letting out a guttural roar.
The wolves ahead scattered, a sudden parting of the pack just wide enough for us to squeeze through. But they didn't run. Instead, they reformed on our flanks, keeping pace with an unnerving persistence, like this whole chase had been planned down to the last second. They ran with us, a terrifyingly close escort. Through Sky's enhanced senses, I could see every detail: the rough, wild texture of their fur, the chilling lack of any pack markings, the silent, coordinated dance of animals following a single, horrifying command.